At the crossroad
I was knocked down
by a speeding horse
and galloped flowing his mane.
Oh, harbinger of hope,
please tell them,
I am permanently disabled
desparately waiting for their help.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2024
A single stroke
dispatches emptiness,
in one ambitious line
gives backbone to
my limp attention.
Rigid fingers tighten
on the brush.
The bristles slash again
and incorruptible reality
is neatly tailored
to my artifice.
Leaning on my arm,
I glance behind me
at the letters
inching down the page.
There's no return,
no second chance.
The brush no longer
mediates between
intention and accomplishment.
It races on ahead of me,
guided by the incidental
pattern of its progress.
Independent of endeavor,
indifferent to what I am
or what I hoped to be,
it brushes my design aside
and draws its own conclusions.
First version published in Poet, India
Copyright © Alan Ireland | Year Posted 2017
The time is now, a battle is at hand
To complete my mission, and reach my end
Reaching the top of that mountain, I acsend
My camera and I ready, to conquer the land
To imagine the view, at the top of the peak
it seems impossible to reach, with all my might
I see enemies ahead, but this part of the fight
For I dont fear the battle, to get what I seek
I prepare my camera, for I am close to the top
Dread begins to creep, as the view is exposed
But i will not tremble, my mind is composed
I are am to close to my goal to simply stop
As I reach my destination, I set my gear in place
The scene itself is perfect, from left to right
Everything in its place, the subject is in sight
I see through my camera, to the open space
It is finally time, I Iift the camera to position
At the perfect moment, I hit the shutter
My mind is now clear, in my heart I feel a flutter
For I won the battle, and completed my mission
Copyright © Amya Ranck | Year Posted 2024
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Copyright © Anne-Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2012
Andromeda Way
Planet 1Abxeami
Spaceship Ai
Copyright © Anthony Taylor | Year Posted 2019
Stimming Towards Euphoria
She be riding on that trans train
Lost her wit and half her brain
Next time that I see her
She won't be the woman I know
All it took was a little gender education
The internet and affirming friends galore
To make her see what she was meant to be
Cause she was born in the wrong body
She was born in the wrong body?
She be riding on that trans train
Lost her wit and half her brain
Next time that I see her
She won't be the woman I knew
In her heart and of her body
I'm wise enough to let her go
Cause its way past time for her to know
She is chasing that euphoria
Till there's nothing left of her
Chasing that best stim of all
Euphoria
She be riding on that trans train
Lost her wit and Half her brain
Next time that I see her
She won't be the woman I know
Society is telling her to go go go
Cut herself to pieces
Drink another cup of T
Till there is little left of the woman she knew
So I'm gonna run run run
Cause I can't bear the damage yet to be done
And if she comes around one day
She won't be the woman I knew
Will I love her anyway?
She be riding on that trans train
Lost her wit and half her brain
Next time that I see her
She won't be the woman I know
Copyright © Bean Pole | Year Posted 2023
Cloudy sky
Freezing temps
Winter tires
With a grip
Enter the curve
Hit the ice
Start to slide to the right
Foot off the brake
Jerk the wheel
Not to the left
But hard to the right
You have only a second
No second chance
To stay on the road
And not crash
Sometimes the opposite
Saves our life
Even when it
Doesn’t feel right
Copyright © Beau Barberis | Year Posted 2024
Oh, find I here as elder in this small place
Some glad respite…
From inside pills
And journeying on to bitter end
With so many joys of past, left trail-side
To sit only in fading memory then
Great entertainments and friends
Allowed temptations, travels
Sparkling departures into new excitements…
Even the most basic of foods and drinks diminished
Into lowest price bid, blandness, and strange resourcing.
Letting mind suffice to hold better recollections, though dimming
Still, having grace winning.
___*___
And here, in this small corner, outside, alone
Humbly, gratefully receiving
Water, fire, winds, and earth connection...
Saying their own small hello’s.
‘Greetings, remember us too, not to be forgotten
Living in unity, here for you, granting your soul reprieve.
Not all in the best of health...’
I do agree…
An old, worn, unlikely small, dry place
Almost enclosed on all sides…
Yet, thankfully outdoors…
Much the same…
As my mind and body here, now seem to be.
___*___
‘Feel deeply’, I’m told...
‘Loose inside connections
Let us here, lovingly remind you of Nature’s vibrations.
Life yet springs the world free
Finding you and our Nature, into I, again together.
Each to it’s same task as before, to need.’
‘Yes, I see!’... I quickly answer in quickening attention
As my mind fuses memory in, opening a forgotten door.
’Yes, bless this place, equal to any forest vast.
Caring little now, how long it’ll last.
With memories brought too, of ocean’s deep
Waves crashing strong…
Winds up to task, blowing energies along.
Within Sun’s heat, stirring water’s pot
Some misting into clouds, far away from here, to drop
On forests and fields, lifeblood rain
Letting Nature amend what was here...
With health returning ten-fold
Into fresh living life, once again.
Even to I, humbly now blessing this spot
No less, no more, than any place in pain.
As we elements all share each other… again...
Though energies owned, fading
Acknowledging age old blessings to all, on our own call.
Can’t live forever.'
___*___
Together, vibrations recall places we’ve roamed
And see here together, gathered once again…
With dreams still to be shared...
Potentials for better future in growing
Singing the joining tunes, each of us well know.
Feel... soft breezes still rise, cool when called
Caressing heated skins
And plants waving hello through seed pods dried thin
As a tiny pond filling, gurgles... ‘Welcome friend’.
All enlightening energies glad received… again
Under this same Sun
Not forgotten.
Space, Place, and Time
All acknowledging most mystic connections
As learned, each to each, past into future
One to the other, investing in…
Joy in peace, serving our own mindful balance.
___*___
I now feel the sleep lying deep within this elder place
Waiting for me also like a very old friend
Nothing to fear, for on nothing it depends.
Silently, and like a blanket, warming
It does not hurt, memories keeping me safe for travel.
Hmm, comes quiet thoughts…
A fitting place to leave these shores, if need be
A Gate to pass one way through… this yes, Heaven’s door.
For the time is close
Tired, I feel it step softly near.
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‘There is no true pain’, It whispers
‘There is no fear’.
“I will cry not out loud”, I answer, shedding no tear
The other side... becoming clear.
Secrets unfold, as know I, this task near done
A long life lived, lessons won
And I carry... with me memories of everyone
As well as energies connecting...
To wake anew, under a purer White Sun.
___*___
Within wisdom’s and understanding’s learned
Here past into there’s future, fusing into one whole
Completion...
Such an easy gate to pass.
In deep humility sharing softest tears
I give thanks singing…
And return back to elder work.
Perhaps tomorrow.
Copyright © Brian Rusch | Year Posted 2024
Scattered images flicker,
as an evening passes:
Leaves riding the rain,
in a bittersweet farewell;
A singer’s warmth beamed
to thousands of vehicles;
Ghosts swinging from strings
in a Halloween display;
Sakharov’s casket carried
in a documentary;
A boy brimming with youth,
delivering news on
A Union birthing nations,
eight thousand miles away.
To work-weary eyes,
strained and myopic,
Just routine impressions
of another hectic day.
But these are the pulses
of the unfolding cosmos,
The eddies and streams of
forces and formations.
Being a mere ripple
in this dazzling array
Is to be soaked to the core
with a quintessential gift.
Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2019
Give me a bucket, paint me green
let me go out on Halloween.
Hand me a light so I can see,
to scare someone other than me.
This is the night I waited for
just turn me loose and lock the door.
I plan to holler, stomp, and roar,
tonight won’t be a total bore.
Moon is ready to cast shadows,
this dreary eve of Allhallows.
My Friends are waiting in the dark,
hastily wait me to embark.
Screams will echo this darkest night,
the sound of terror and delight.
With moans and growls all around
that make an eerie, creepy sound.
Though I am senile let me be
I want to wail so set me free.
Remove my covers, let me out
allow me to run, scream, and shout.
Give me a bucket, paint me green
let me go out on Halloween.
Hand me a light so I can see,
to scare someone other than me.
Copyright © 2007 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011
Mirrors are windows to the past.
Reminders of days gone by.
What we see in the glass
is some other you and I.
We see the way we used to look,
Impervious to change from age.
We don’t realize that time took
too much for us to gage.
It takes a long lost friend or mate
Or some one we seldom see.
To really get our thinking straight
And know what and whom we be.
© Mar 10 2010 Charles Henderson
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
Perhaps I’ll lose my leaves and stay this year,
To join winter’s bleakest winds and hours;
My northeast friends will leave and disappear
For southern sun and obsequious flowers.
Only a stray, grey squirrel will appear
To find if nut from fall may still be found.
My thin bark may be gnawed by hungry deer
As no food may be found upon the ground.
For winter force’d nascent thoughts inward
And I must have the luxury to weigh
An eidolon, now so froward,
The freedom to gestate and have its way.
Then spring shall come and her new buds emerge
For Life’s Forms shall have their demiurge.
Copyright © Chas Weeden | Year Posted 2023
Mysterious Feminine
Glimpsed neath the jeweled moonbeams bright
Bathed in innocence, grandly framed by light,
The Goddess lightly steps through forests dense,
Arrives at the River's sparkling vast expanse.
She, whose very movement shatters hearts,
Whose tender lips can break a man apart,
She, whose love can heal a broken nation;
Her sovereign glance, a piercing vibration.
She fills the sky's unlimited space
With her glorious beauty and unblemished face.
Her strength a shield, she protects the weak.
Her breasts suckle the young, tender and meek.
Sacred Feminine, Virgin, Mother, Crone:
She walks proudly through life; yet never alone.
For She carries the masculine deep within her heart,
Blesses every man from birth to death; alone, apart.
Midnight wind in her glowing, silken curls
Caresses naked skin against the warm night air,
She pulls from the vibrant ethers, around and about
Til cloaked in light. Her power defies all doubt.
Stillness settles as the moon ascends.
She smiles and knows new life begins
Only through Her, as cycles start and stop,
She is All Women, holy and cleansed of sin.
The Goddess shines through the darkest hour,
Nurturing all love, and welding all power.
She embraces Man, enchanted and dismayed,
He is oft times weary, lost and afraid.
He cannot understand her fabulous Mystery,
For her secrets lie in Divine simplicity.
She is his Other, completed, holy and whole,
When embraced as One: as above, so below.
Her beauty and mystery draws him near
Like the soft, alluring eyes of a dove.
He will understand the Mysterious Feminine
Only when he learns to truly love.
Copyright © Chula Fleming | Year Posted 2018
Copyright © Chula Schlesinger-Fleming | Year Posted 2024
~You~
I find you at the gateway to life
the center of my world
patiently waiting for me to ripen
You make all the storms seem safer
your maturity grounds me
to that place where my age is nothing
The one piece of fruit you crave
you are my sunshine and my rain
you are the clouds full of mystery
You are all past, my history
and here in these days
I find life from you at my own gateway
forever gratefully
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013
I'm a refugee
in my own country
I'll never be free
because they've
labelled me
They say I'm far right
And I'm not too bright
Took away free speech
Now it's out of reach
My mother would tell me
as I sat upon her knee
how we had saved the world
from tyranny.
She'd say how great we were
how freedom was our spur
I had no idea this situation
could occur.
I'm a refugee
In my own country
And if I speak out
They'll throw away the key
David Cox 07/09/24
Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2024
Have I told you lately of a woman with no soul?
Have I made mention of her flaws, her regrets
Do you know of the secrets that she keeps?
Secrets, which question, her mentality
There is a war raging within.
Have I told of a woman who hates her soul?
Of the one who stands within herself,
secretly wishing she would die.
Have I told you of a woman who smiles so bright?
That her radiance ignites those around,
as stars do the black canvas that is stagnant above her withered souls
Haunted she has become by her demons that infiltrate, her veins
Stabbed her eyes are by the constant transgressions she’s made
Her demons cast out spells that somehow captured those relentless to her soul
Spells that rendered her worthless
Spells, that brought about those who wiped their hands on her pure beauty.
There is a war raging within
Have you heard of a woman who wishes she were dead
No one dared to save her from sinking sands
Have you taken a chance to see what lies beneath?
Vibrations, shook long ago.
With every inch, she holds on.
Have you heard of a woman who is without Family, though has family
Have I made mentioned of her fears,
her sorrows,
her heartaches,
her beliefs,
her disbeliefs.
Have I told of a woman who turned her collar to those who dampened her soul
Who made many restless nights an embrace to her damage soul?
Of the one who does not cease with trepidation
Neath the hallos of moonlight she walks alone in her damnation
There is a war raging within
Have you heard of the elongated beauty that stands out amongst crowds?
Have you seen her ebony skin, which forms the cracks in mirrors telling stories of her transgressions?
Have I told you of a woman whose basketball bottom is center of those who are relentless to her soul?
Reason for her unworthiness,
Like cancer her transgressions grow
Her sinful heart fractures.
There is a war raging within
Have I told you of the woman who reiterated repentance for her sins yet feel that servitude to her demonic self is what will bring her death?
Have I told you of a woman who doubts her place among those she loves?
Doubts her reason for existence
Doubts the perplexed concept of weathered changes
Have I told you of a woman who holds and holds on though in the end she will never see those that left before her?
Who dreads the empty void if she speaks of what she fights with
Forlorn, in a world, that is relentless to her soul.
Have I made mention of a black beauty, so rare in her own way
But deep within feels hideous
Did I mention that this woman is a giver?
Did I mention this woman is more than basketball bottom, more than that sweet smile?
You so hauntingly try to take advantage of
There is war raging within
Did I mention that this woman
IS PERHAPS ME
Just so, it could be you
Copyright © Debbie Walker | Year Posted 2018